“I was good at blogging and then sucked at blogging before you were even born!” This is an actual insult that I am preparing to spit at some youngstuff should I ever need to. Seriously, people, when did this get so hard? I started two other posts tonight but then hit walls with both where I just realized, “Nope! I don’t have the gumption necessary to hit publish on either topic!” And it’s not like…
… but in reality it’s always a welcome addition to the scorched, dead-earth-looking yard in late summer/early fall.
While hiking up Lookout Mountain last year, Nick Fowler and I for some reason started talking about black-eyed Susans and how they got their name. We pretty much settled on the only possibility that made sense to us at the time: That the black-eyed Susan was a flower insensitively and macabrely named for a domestic violence altercation of yore. That is not true, the internet tells me, and I am quite relieved. Anyway, I have…
Everyone say hello to the coneflowers that made it all the way from Nashville to Memphis via @saraclark. They are bustin’ out!
Because it’s pretty out there and it’s too grey on this page. Ahhh, that’s better.
My grandmother potted this for me last year and called it a bleeding heart. But it looks just like a columbine bloom, only it’s clumpy and grows much taller than my purple columbines. And the internet returns something much different when I search for “bleeding heart.” So I’m going to call it a columbine, at the risk of inciting grandmotherly rage. What else is out there? Snapdragons, I forget what it’s called. Creeping…
When the wind kicks up, the big oak in the front yard looooves to let you know about it. [Project 365]
I now have two bird feeders. Mine is the most popular yard on the block, as voted by tiny winged creatures. Seriously, it sounds like bird armageddon out there most days. [Project 365]
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